As the night grew deeper, Ning Chu had taken a shower and changed into comfortable cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. She curled up in Wen Yang’s arms, lazily holding her phone and watching a drama.

“The beginning was pretty good, but why did it start to get so dumb in the second half?”

“Maybe the writer ran out of ideas?”

“Yeah, it kind of fizzled out~”

She really enjoyed joking about the plot and characters with Wen Yang, especially when their opinions aligned.

However, the back of her waist was constantly pressed against something sharp, making her feel uncomfortable.